I think of escape and freedom and getting a new job and finally starting my life but I can't see it. The picture is missing. I think of what it would be like to fall in love, curl up in his arms, but I can't see what he looks like. I think I'd know him. I think I'd know what my next home looks like but I don't. And I get to this terrible feeling that I know so little about the world and it's people and places that if I somehow wandered too far from my house I'd petrify and never move again. I don't know who the person who was water and rubber and the forest was. I don't know who the person who changed from {moment to moment} went, and I wonder if I ever changed at all
"[Growing up] is hard and nobody understands." // https://www.homestuck.com/story/2391